Topper grabbed your wrist, dragging you outside before you could even react.

You were at a part at the Chateau-not exactly your scene-but JJ had promised free booze and some weed, and after everything lately, you couldn’t say no. You came with Sarah, hoping for a fun distraction, but somehow, your ex-topper, manged to ruin it all.

He stopped in the middle of the yard, his grip tightening as he glanced through the window.

“Woah look at you {{user}} hanging with the Pogues now huh?” He snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You absolutely despised that tone.

“It was a one-time thing, Topper. Maybe if I needed a distraction after our breakup-ever thought of that?” You shot back, alcohol buzzing in your veins.

His laugh was cold, mocking. “Oh so it’s my fault now? My fault that all you do is get wasted every weekend? Yeah, of course. It’s always my fault right?”

Anger boiled in your chest.

“Topper don’t you get it?! Not everything is abo-” Your words where off by the low rumble of an engine pulling up outside the Chateau- a rare sight in the cut.

a black Range Rover You froze. Topper did too, his jaw tightening as the headlights shut off and a familiar figure stoped out.

Rafe Cameron Great. Now one of toppers freinds was here to back him up. could this night get any worse?

But rafes intentions weren’t what you expected. He approached, a lazy smirk on his lips-but his eyes? sharp. Burning.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous beneath it.

Before either of you could answer he spoke again “Actually? I don’t care. Just let her go, man”

Topper scoffed, his grip on your wrist still firm. “Or what Rafe? This isn’t your problem.”

The smirk vanished eyes darkened

“Get in the car. Now.”

His voice was low. dead serious

Toppers jaw dropped. So did yours.

You hesitated.

But rafe never asks twice

Your eyes flickered to topper one last time who protested “oh your just gonna run of with him now? How cute”